| I spent like a year and a half on the greyhound bus
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| On the way to see this girl
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| Take a flight back just to keep my job
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| Used to fly standby, late to the airport
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| Where the buddy pass? |
| Stuck in the traffic
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| Whole lotta hours, real long distance
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| But I’ve grown since then
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| Learned to be on my own since then
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| Marble floor in my brand new crib
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| This the life that I wanted still
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| Got a hole and it burn my chest
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| Mash the chip that’s still in my shoulder
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| Ain’t a day that I still been sober
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| These the things that I’m tripping over
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| Y’all motherfuckers made 3 albums
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| Still talking about the same shit
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| The one gay, the one selling drugs
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| The one that’s tryna act like Lil Wayne
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| What the fuck is this shit man?
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| Y’all better turn this shit off when y’all get in the whip
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| When y’all enter my whip y’all better not play this shit
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| 'Cause this can go right the fuck off
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| Now them boys hooked on heroin
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| Parents always asking like
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| «Where y’all get it from?»
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| Rehab poppin' like when Amy had the single out
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| Single out the reasons how I quit before I fell down
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| I used to pick Ameer up
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| Talk about what’s got us fucked up
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| We vent 'till the sun up (ay)
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| Hopefully get our funds up (ay)
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| And if I didn’t know y’all
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| Maybe I would have a desk job
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| Ticking 'till I off myself
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| Used to drive around for some hours (oh, ohhh)
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| Used to get paid by the hour (oh, ohhh)
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| Now I’m just pickin up my check (oh, ohhh)
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| Now I’m just pickin up a sweat (yeah)
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| Used to drive around for some hours (oh, ohhh)
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| Circle round the block for some hours (oh, ohhh)
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| Now I’m just pickin up my check (oh, ohhh)
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| Now I’m just pickin up a sweat (yeah)
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| Be there any minute
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| I’ll be on it in it baby
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| Be there any minute
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| I’ll be on it in it baby
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| Be there any minute
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| I’ll be on it in it baby
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| Be there any minute
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| I’ll be on it in it baby
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| Spent like a year and a half feeling sorry for myself
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| 'Cause I thought love ain’t make sense anymore
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| If I drank you would probably see a fifth on the floor
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| And a hole in the door, rest a few more
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| Scared of the past I’ve been tryna avoid from before I was born
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| Running from the shoes that my grandfathers wore
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| Tryna pick a better battle but I saw on the wharf
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| Feel the sun in my pores but I still got clouds in my head, now
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| Rain for a little bit, stay for a little bit
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| Moved along with my head, down
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| That’s what momma taught me and I never let them fuck me
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| When they handed me a dead king’s, crown
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| Told 'em think of what you doing before I’m the one you’re choosing
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| I just wanna be a human when I share myself
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| Hear the things I’m saying and I scare myself
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| Goddamn
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| Be there any minute
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| I’ll be on it in it baby
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| Be there any minute
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| I’ll be on it in it baby
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| Be there any minute
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| I’ll be on it in it baby
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| Be there any minute
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| I’ll be on it in it baby
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| Be there any minute
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| I’ll be on it in it baby
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| Be there any minute
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| I’ll be on it in it baby
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| Be there any minute
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| I’ll be on it in it baby
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| Be there any minute
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| I’ll be on it in it baby |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song STAINS , by - BROCKHAMPTON. Song from the album SATURATION III, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп